Shorts…

No tears…

No tears will leave my eyes,
not one drop escaping;
the salty liquid will not touch my cheeks,
no sign of sorrow will show in my gaze.
No longer will I cry for him…
I am done.

Nervous

You make me nervous
like when he made me nervous.
I feel the same butterflies
fluttering inside
but for such different reasons.
No bruises mark my arms
showing the struggle between us
there was none–
not like with him
yet still I feel afraid.

Bridges

I sometimes wonder
if I burn bridges
not so that I can no longer go back
but so no one will follow me
as I run for safety.

Hypocrite is the girl

Hypocrite is the girl
who hated me for his cheating
when she was the same girl he left me for.
Hypocrite is the girl
who determined that sex with her boyfriend
was worse than falling in love with mine.
Hypocrite is the girl
who shamed me year after year
when she was no different from me all along.
Hypocrite is the girl
who didn’t see that what he did to her
he did to me.
Hypocrite is the girl.
I pity her.

Black Holes

Black holes in my heart
swallowing those who dare
to get close enough–
not knowing the danger
that awaits them
if they choose to love someone
who doesn’t want to be loved.

Distraction

I used to cut my skin
ever so carefully
so as not to leave scars
or cause more pain
than was necessary to feel–
just enough to override
the anguish felt so deep inside.

Elliptical Illusion

Sweat glistens
on her chest;
heart pounding,
legs burning,
her reflection
her motivation
red faced and short of breath
beautiful.

Memories

Old photos
plastered with candid grins
and cheesy poses.
Forgotten friends
and faded memories
of time gone by.
Looking back
on these chapters in her life
with nothing left to show
than what remains
in that faded old shoe box.